Page 96 of Hell's Secret Omega

Once the words would have felt like mockery. Once, he wasn’t special. He was an anomaly, and his only hope for survival was to become something else. Now, thanks to Mezor, he sees himself differently. He shudders as Mezor kisses his wrist, his tender inner arm, words falling away into silent devotion.

In the months since leaving the Court behind, they’ve traveled on foot to every world tree. What Cyrus experienced at Kalad’s resting place was not just a stroke of luck—thanks to the bond and the way his soul has entwined with his mate’s, he can sense Mezor’s brothers. And when he speaks, they listen.

Send your strength to the trees, he tells them.Let their roots grow far and wide, sharing their vitality with the land.The King’s ritual, along with Kalad’s sacrifice, drained much of the corruption from the realm. Still, the work is far from done. In a millenium or two, maybe Mezor’s brothers will wake once more.

Mezor drags him down, capturing his lips and devouring his mouth hungrily. His tongue is warm from sleep, his eyes dark with desire. Cyrus shudders with sudden need, tearing himself away to clamber off the rock into Mezor’s lap. He sheds the bow and quiver, then strips off his shirt and pants.

Mezor stops suddenly. “Let me see.”

“They’re healing fine!” Cyrus groans, exasperated. His cock is an iron bar and his hole already damp with slick, ready to be taken instantly. But of course Mezor wants to look at his scars.

“Turn over.” His tone brooks no argument.

Cyrus shivers in spite of himself and crawls off Mezor’s lap, laying himself face-first over the boulder. He bites his tongue as his cock presses into the soft moss.

Mezor’s thumbs dig into his ass with no warning, parting his cheeks to expose his hole. He rumbles in satisfaction. But instead of being overcome with lust at the sight, to Cyrus’s disappointment, Mezor releases him. His fingers trail up Cyrus’sback. The scars from the Quartermaster’s whip are still tender, the skin rough—just like the scars on Mezor’s chest are puckered and red where the King dug his claws in. He doesn’t let Cyrus touch them like this, and Cyrus knows it’s because he’s ashamed of them. For Mezor, the scars represent how he almost gave up.

To Cyrus, they represent how deep the King’s hold ran, how lost and lonely Mezor was for so long.

Mezor lavishes attention on Cyrus’s tender back. The sides of his thumbs dig in gently and he rolls the tense muscles there, soothing them, sending a melting ache down Cyrus’s whole back. Cyrus groans, feeling himself let go.

“You have to let me rub them, or else they’ll start to hurt again.”

Mezor’s words are distant. Cyrus nods halfheartedly, all the breath escaping his lungs as those powerful hands sweep up his spine again.

Mezor chuckles. Slowly, he works away every ounce of tension Cyrus has ever held in his back. His fingers creep upward, digging into the column of Cyrus’s neck, then across his scalp. When Mezor squeezes the base of Cyrus’s horns, an involuntary whine escapes him and all his bonelessness evaporates in a lick of flame. His hips inch higher, pushing his sensitive sac against the sturdy thigh between his legs.

Mezor growls. “See how much of a tease that is?”

“More,” Cyrus demands, his cheek squashed against the cool stone.

Mezor’s thigh crowds him, tucking up between his legs to give him delicious friction—so close to where he wants it. He rocks his hips up and down, the drag over his skin delightful. Mezor presses his thumbs into the base of Cyrus’s neck again, gently holding his jaw with both hands, and sweeps them upward to his horns. Over and over, until Cyrus is shudderingand his mouth falls open. His hole squeezes on slick and nothing.

“More.”

Mezor strokes his horns until he’s squirming against the flat rock, his nipples scraping the smooth surface as he writhes and sending tiny shocks down his spine.

“Please, please, please,” he begs, panting. “Need it?—”

Mezor’s teeth scrape his ear. “You can be a good vergis and have patience.”

“Give me your cock,” Cyrus yelps, falling flat against the rock so he can fumble behind himself for the desired thing.

Mezor’s breath is heavy in his ear, his self control hanging on by a tether. While Ekko finally screeches his displeasure behind them and takes off, Mezor snarls and rips at his pants. “I should be naked all the time, damn it. I should be at your service, so you can use my cock any time you please for your insatiable needs. And whenIneed your hole—I can just do—this?—”

Mezor’s cock pushes into him unceremoniously, every word stressed by a jerk of his hips that fills Cyrus inch by inch. Cyrus hiccups, his breath well and truly stolen. His eyes roll back as Mezor sinks deeper and deeper.

“Better?” Mezor growls.

“Yes,” Cyrus gasps.

His back arches like a bow as Mezor fills him to the brim, his thrusts forcing Cyrus to his toes. He grips the rock for dear life. Mezor snarls like a beast above him, the heat of his body, his power, his overwhelming scent, all surrounding Cyrus like a perfect storm. Suddenly his hole squeezes, and a shock runs through him as wetness spreads under his cock.I’m coming.

“Good vergis,” Mezor tells him again, grabbing his hair with claws that are so firm yet gentle it hurts his soul. “So sweet and good for me. So needy.”

“Need you—deeper.” He rises up, grabbing Mezor’s magnificent horns with both hands as his mate pounds into him.

Mezor roars, slamming his cock deeper—exactly where Cyrus needs it. He barely registers the cry that’s ripped from his own throat as Mezor’s proto-knot stuffs him and his cockhead pierces home to the place deep inside that longs to be filled. His body seizes. A second orgasm rips through him like wildfire, setting the bond alight. Instead of subsiding it builds, higher and higher—creeping up through his lungs, his heart, his throat, until he’s frozen with pleasure as Mezor’s real knot swells in him and his mate takes his body as his own. The glow of the forest is a perfect afterimage on the backs of his eyelids. Mezor jolts and groans against him, his knot pulsing as he buries his seed deep inside. The glow bursts into sparks. Cyrus chokes.

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